Your Capricious Soul.

Honey's got, got, got a new feeling
Honey peeled herself off the ceiling
Because God, God, God is revealing
How to serve your body
How to serve your mind
Searching your capricious soul

So you post, post, post on the weekend
And you pretend you are a seeker
When they all come loving and looking

You are writing a tell-all
Tell-all, sugar
You are leaving nothing out

Godspeed baby, blessings
Gob-smacked, baby
And this party's in your honor
Pass

Your mother's worried
Is this in your favor
And your pastor's crying
And the birds are dying
Or they might as well be
They might as well be

Now the papers calling
And the photos flashing
And the fashion's changing
Fast

Yeah, the papers calling
And the photos flashing
And the fashion's changing
Fast